Loneliness!!!!!!! YES PLEASE!
I, Robinson Crusoe, like to be by myself so much I enjoy writing about myself would like to examine myself to better understand my situation of loneliness and how I’ve dealt with it. Prior to my island “landing”, I had not dealt with much loneliness. From the story of my life as I started out on my journey I have been surrounded by family and lived in comfort. It is only when he experiences solitude on his island that he learning to accept and cherish my loneliness. Spoilers, later on I even leave the life of company and returns to my happy lonely island.
Throughout the beginning of my story and well into my arrival on my island I was constantly fighting the companionship of others. In the beginning of the story you can see me starting my journey into happy loneliness as I abandon my father. This is not only upheld throughout the earlier parts of the story, but also enriched as I gets rid of other helpful characters such as my fellow slave-mate turned “friend” during my escape from the Turks..
One of the most interesting things about me and my loneliness is how much I lean on it. Later on in the story I find a foot print years and years after living I have been living alone on the island. Through the sudden appearance of what could be another person my loneliness was threatened and I locked myself away for days before finally re-releasing myself back unto the island.
I feel as though my solidarity of living alone was threatened at this time. How could I, nay, how would I face anything other than living alone in this wonderful deserted place? I would not, could not bear the sight of another human being, though I have forgotten what it was like to be among men following my long absence among people. What was most concerning to me about this whole ordeal was the fact that things may change due to the introduction of a new character.
If I must say something about my own loneliness, it is this: I have been and always will be happy within my loneliness. I fear the day I have to face people again and if you’ve read what I have told, then you will see that is so true I cannot avoid being fated to that lonely place I like to call home. Even that place has no name because in doing so would allow me to relate to the island in such a way that might take away some of the loneliness. If only more people could learn that this truly is the way to live.
I picked a random paper... It seems this one was sort of narrative by Robinson Crusoe. I'm not sure but apparently when I write this way I have an utter lack of brush strokes. I've highlighted all I think should be passive and abstract subject.Let me know if anything is amiss.